When I was praying at church today, I saw someone that looked like you and my heart just sent all these signals and I was both alive and dead; sad and happy; lost and found. I thought I was doing better. I thought we built enough bridges between us, that nothing would schock me to my core like that. Nothing. I survived the goodbye I dreaded since I knew of you not being mine. I survived the night I held you close one last time. Shouldn’t it be easy? To completely wholeheartedly love someone and let them go because….it should be.
Sometimes I’m not fine.
It should tell you, you were the only one in its kind.